User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-3135907-20150415034738

"Followed? Slank an' I 'ave got an old bone to pick atween us; s'only a matter o' time afore 'e's got 'imself a full crew o' villains an' scum to follow us to th' ends o' the Seas. Hah, an' knowin' Derklade, that rat's prob'bly already gorrimself a spy aboard, bucko. Be on yore guards, shipmates, an' ever keep a weather eye on the horizon be'ind us." With that, the ferret retired to her cabin, leaving Seaclaw and Asrin at the rail and a suddenly rather silent crew gathered around the mast, keeping out the evening chill with their rough blankets and casting wary looks about as though Derklade himself might spring out of the shadows that gathered around the aft wales on such an eve as this.

"Well, that's that," Seaclaw commented dryly. "Don't drink too hard, buckoes, I want ye all up early tomorrer morn to keep double time at the decks. We need to make Blackraven in three days' time- an' ole Ooksail 's the beauty ter do it, fast an' quick as she is. But she'll need our 'elp to keep 'er goin' that way. Oh, an' eyes peeled, mates." Seaclaw stumped off to his own hammock, boots clunking dully on the rough oaken deckplanking.